I was at a party, and a tall young man was stroking the head of a golden retriever, and the dog was clear when a smell was more interesting than being adored. The tall young man said, “Unrequited love, the story of my life.” I said, “It’s the story of everyone’s life.” He said, “Really?” And we sat together on the steps of a porch, drinking champagne. I…
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